Im crying WHYYY THEY HAVE TO DIEEE… I CRIED FOR THIS
“Blaze,
It's been many days. I've tried to get you back, but you haven't forgiven me. I feel stupid writing you a letter, but a good friend of mine named Chleo told me to do it. To show you a side of myself that you haven't seen yet, that you might be able to love again. So here I am, sitting on a hill while Xaran sleeps nearby, both of us having escaped for a short time from the city of Yloria and Olin's rule. I hope this letter will open your eyes, or at least mend your broken heart, which is all my fault.
To write that I love you would be stupid and boring. Clara, it was only when I left you that I understood what loneliness is. Until now, I thought my father's rejection and the label that society had put on me meant that I was an outcast, alone, hated. But that was nothing compared to what I feel in my chest now. The world has become much darker since being away from you. You are no longer the light of my every day and the flame the shows me the meaning of life. Every day, when the sun shines, I spend hours lying in the meadow, looking up at the blue sky, the closest colour I can find to your eyes. I could look into those eyes for hours, and it made me realise that peace can be a person—you. I'm trying to fool myself, trying to find you in the small details of the world, so that the burden on my shoulders will feel lighter.
I saw your empty, anger-filled eyes and your tired face. You wanted to kill me; you hated me, and I hated myself too. I saw what you did not see, my dear. Your soul is tired of fighting, of dying, of the world. You looked so frail, exhausted. All I wanted to do was hug you, hold you, and tell you everything will be all right, that I will be there for you and that you won't have to suffer anymore, that I will be your wall against the world, that I will be a guillotine, that the burden of deaths will smear my name and not yours. I will be whatever you want me to be because my heart beats only for you.
Many years from today, we'll be sitting in this meadow. There will be a girl with white curls and a boy with chestnut hair. They will both run around playing with Teirac and Xaran. We will be joined by our friends who will tell our children stories about two lovers whose feelings for each other had changed the world. Over time, wrinkles will decorate our faces and our hair will turn gray. Despite the stamp of time, you will still be the most beautiful woman. Ah, Blaze, I can't wait to grow old, to be with each other until our time is at its end and perhaps our fates intertwine after death. Even then, I will find you again because you are my purpose. You always will be.
Yours,
Desmond.
Im FUXKNAHHA CRYINF VRO I CANNOTT BUT THEY DO REINCARNATED AS DRAGONS AND LIVE HAPPY EVER AFTERR..